Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.